More from T. S. Eliot
The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
Preface to Transit of Venus: Poems by Harry Crosby (1931)
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
